Forbidden (BDSM Novel)

Chapter28: Small Talks

I never thought that Hunter Petrova's lips can make my heart quiver; tremble in both felicity and anxiety. It was as if he was kissing my soul, touching me with his soft words that would melt the anger that I had bottled up. I intend on staying mad at him, until he begs for my forgiveness even though he made it up to me already. I want him to feel weak, to feel incredibly remorse.

But my plan clearly sucks. He made me smile again. He made me laugh as if the world's a happy content place. It's so stupid to think that I'm even mad at him.

He treated me like I'm a jewel. His jewel. And fuck me like I'm the dirtiest whore. I've always like that about Hunter. The way he manhandled me, his eagerness to want me. It boost up my confidence and yet at times I found myself being self conscious as his eyes full of intensity stared at me.

I also noticed some changes to Hunter, his hair, his eyes and the way he talks. Sometimes I feel like he's so professional and formal. I almost missed the moody Hunter. He seems to be mature and he's better now. Still, there's something he's not telling me.

But maybe it was just my paranoia. I had taken his word that someday he'll tell me everything I need to know, that all I have to do now is - and I quote - be a good baby girl for daddy. With the sexiest grin I've ever laid my eyes on.

Oddly, Hunter was... happy. It didn't disappoint me when after that night, when I whipped and punished him - we haven't had sex. And that was 9 days ago. All we do is play, read books, smoke a little, watch movies and talk. It was as if he was restarted. I love his passion for the unknown, and I'm not talking about ghosts. More like mythical creatures. He seems to be passionate because on his free time, he's surfing the net finding a cure for something or a weakness of someone.

I didn't find it weird at all cause I happen to adore pixies and fairies. Well, me, not Hunter. He thinks pixies don't exist.

Pshh!

"Well says the man who believes in hybrid demonic witches!" I retort, playfully

Yes, we're arguing about that.

And there they goes, fireworks and volcano erupting in my system as Hunter Petrova gave me his smile.

"At least it's more... manly."

"Hey, that's cause I am a little girl!" I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest.

He moved closer to where he's sitting and chuckled "ah, yes you are. You're my baby girl."

His statement didn't made my knees feel weak and lifeless. He made me feel like I don't have knees at all! Wild butterflies or rather, Eagles, flutter violently in my stomach

"I'll never forget that, Daddy." I replied.

I was sitting Indian style in our couch as we watch Battle Of The Year on HBO. It's a really good movie, and look at Chris Brown dancing!

Hunter shifts me, confused - I let him spread my legs, wrapping it around his waist. He was still sitting. I giggle lightly when he lift me so I was now straddling his torso. "Hey," I breathed. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I just want to feel you," he muttered. I nodded smiling widely.

"Daddy, why'd you get violet highlights?" I absentmindedly ran my hands through his disheveled hair. It's still mostly light brown, and since it's afternoon and the sun is up, I could see every detail of his face. His little freckles under his eyes and the color Violet kinda stood out.

"Like it?" He grinned

I tilt my head, examining his face. Well of course I like it! He looks ridiculously hot!

"It's not bad." I tried to hide my smile

"Oh shut up, of course you like it!"

"Meh." I shrugged, playing cool.

"Denial doesn't suit you." He said and I laughed, agreeing.

Then I remembered something "Hunt, I met Luna's twin."

I expect him to be shocked, afraid that I met her. Well, maybe because Hunter has a child or something. But he did say they're not lovers...

But he beamed! "Yeah? She's a sweetheart, nicer than her other sister. But they're both extremely kind when you get to know them."

His talking as if they're family or something! Oh my gosh, did he just say she's a sweetheart?

"Oh I bet she's a real sweetheart." I can't help the indifference in my voice

He only laughed. MY POSSESSIVENESS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER!

"Jealous, are we?"

"Possessive. You're mine Hunter, just as much as I'm yours." I swear, his expression changed and an unreadable glint sparkled in his eyes.

"Fuck." He breathed "You look extremely sexy. I've never seen that dark look in your eyes, I'm flattered."

I punched his cheeks, I know he hates that. He grunted.

I continued watching the movie as Chris Brown danced then when he did a back flipped, he landed on the wrong foot causing him to crash and sprained his ankle

"Baby girl."

"Hm?" I tore my eyes away from the television "yes, daddy?"

"So the other night I was doing my research and some people stated that demonic witches does exist. They contain evidences; pictures of some sort of creature with horns and huge wings. With a mark on the chest, there was a picture and it was taken on the 11th day of April, 1666." He explained, softly. "If to say I am one, are you going to leave me?"

Confused is the weakest word that I can use. I was puzzled; bewildered. But nonetheless, I replied "depends. I mean, if you are one. And you wanna tear me apart or something, of course I'll leave you."

His expression changed from sad to disappointed to sad again "but I don't want you to leave me....." I think his voice was breaking or maybe I'm just imagining things

"Then I won't."

"But what if I kill you?"

"Then I'll kill you first," I replied jokingly but I think he was serious.

His expression changed again, it softens and a proud gin settled to his face "I'd gladly let you kill me. And if you do, my last words would be a thank you that you touched my flesh."

My face heat up, that's probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, but he wants me to kill him?! Hunter's getting weirder and weirder...

"You're crazy, of course I won't kill you." I giggled, giving him a kiss. His tongue caress mine softly

"Not even if I'm a demonic-angel slash witch and also a prince of the Underworld?" He whispered, I frowned but I immediately changed my expression. He leans his forehead to mine. Waiting for my answer. His eyes was my favorite shade of brown; golden hazel combusting inside his irises.

"Don't you think you're overreacting?" I giggle, lightening up his mood.

He just rolled his eyes "baby girl just answer my question, please?" He sounds vulnerable.

Oh my glob.

"Even that." I answered. He smiled then gave me a longing kiss.

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In the midst of kissing Hunter, our bodies tangled in an erratic mess on the bed whilst he's whispering sweet nothings in my ear; I adored the rain even more because for I concluded now that we both had mastered the art off falling.

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Short but sweet.

I'll edit this, gagawin ko nang lahat English as soon as matapos na to hehe xD

Hunters changing... Hm...

xo, pixie